I am sorry that some of you didn't think Sam was punished enough. I just really like the guy, he is just not that good with girls. Maybe this chapter will not disappoint you?
Sorry for any errors, perfection is overrated.
I do not own Glee, if I did I wouldn't have made Sam a weird cartoon character later in the show.
Enjoy my loves and please review!
Two weeks into the relationship and Sam and Mercedes found their groove. They kissed and it always got really heated really fast but Mercedes never wanted to go any further. Sam respects her boundaries, although it is hard for him.
They are watching tv when she puts her hand on his chest. He looks at her but she doesn't look up. "Sam?" She asks, still looking at the tv.
"Yes babe?" She pulls herself up and looks him in the eyes. "How many were there?" He tilts his head to the side and looks at her confused. "How many what?"
She fiddles with the hem of her shirt, not knowing how to start this conversation. She clears her throat and musters all her courage to look him in the eyes again. "How many girls?" She sees his eyes widen and feels a blush creeping up her cheeks.
He turns so they are fully sitting across each other and he takes her hand. "Why would you want to know that? Does it really matter?" The conversation is making Sam very uncomfortable. Will she not like him anymore if she knows the answer?
"It matters to me." She whispers while she watches his thumb caressing the top of her hand. She inhales slowly and then exhales, waiting for his answer.
"Well, there were a few. I don't know exactly how many. Maybe about 15 or 20." He watches her like a hawk but she doesn't look up at him, she just stares at their hands. "Cedes?" He sees a tear falling down her cheek and his heart drops.
He pulls her closer but she pushes him away. She stands up, still not looking at him. "Were they any good?" She knows she shouldn't ask these questions, because she really doesn't want to hear the answer. She needs to know what she is getting herself into.
Sam stands up as well. "What?' He is dumbfounded. Where is she going with these questions? He wants her and only her isn't that enough. "Are you really asking me that? That's stupid Cedes." With that her head shoots up and anger flashes her face.
"Why? It's a fair question. You know my answer." She folds her arms over her chest and pops out a hip. Her tears are still falling. Why couldn't he be honest?
"Well, that's because you haven't any." The minute the words leave his mouth he facepalms himself internally. "I didn't mean it like that babe. It's just they don't matter anymore. Only you do." He steps closer to her but she steps back. He grunts at the sight of her, not knowing what to do.
"Do you want me?" She finally looks up at him with sad eyes. "Of course I want you." She gets angry again and he can't figure out why. Is he not suppose to want her?
"So I'm just another notch on your belt. The virgin who nobody wants. Do you petty me is that it? Do you want me to scream your name like all the other girls did? What if I am not good enough for you? Will you leave me because of it?" She spits her venom at him and he is shocked.
"What are you talking about Cedes? I have waited for weeks and will wait until you're ready. How is that petty? And yes you are good enough for me, you're too good. What's going on? I don't understand where this is coming from. I'm not going to compare you to any of the other girls. Is this another punishment for me being a jerk to you?" He sits back down on the couch with his face in his hands.
"I am talking about you fucking every girl in town and you didn't even look at me twice. Now all of a sudden you want to be with me and you hint towards sex every time—"
He jumps up at that and interrupts her. "Say what now? I never hint at it. When I get hard, there is nothing I can do about it. You turn me on Cedes and there is nothing wrong with that. I have never pushed you into doing anything you didn't want. Last time I remember you were riding me not the other way around."
She gasps at his words. "Are you calling me a whore?" She puts her hands over her mouth.
"No of course not. Cedes you make me crazy with want and when I don't see you I dream about you. I am a young guy and I am willing to wait for you because I know it's going to be worth it. It's just really hard, because you are so beautiful and gorgeous. I don't want to rush you at all, but that doesn't mean I am made out of stone." He sighs and looks at her.
"Cedes? Stop thinking too much. If it happens it happens on your terms and nobody else's. I love you no matter what. I don't care about anybody else and if you want me to wait forever I will. You are worth it."
"I just don't want you to think of someone else when we're busy." She looks ashamed at the thought alone.
"Why would you think that? Where did you get this horrible idea of me being some sex shark." He looks at her and it finally makes sense to Sam. He steps closer. "Who have you been talking too?"
She looks at him and her tears are on the verge of falling again. "Cedes?" He whispers as he steps even closer. She whispers something but he can't quite here it. "What was that?"
"Quinn…" His mind explodes with this revelation. He maybe thought about it for half a second, but never did he think she would believe Quinn over him. He is more than angry right now than ever before.
"What? You talked to her about me? And she told you I was some kind of man whore?" She looks up at his vile words.
"No… I—" He steps even closer to her and is inches away from her face.
"You went to Quinn for advice on how to have sex. Are you out of your god damn mind Cedes? You believe her instead of me? You let her taint your mind and you blame me for having sex with anybody? I am sorry that I had sex before you. Not everybody is like you okay? I have my needs and I did some stupid stuff in the past, but I would wait for you if it is the last thing I do. And what do you do? You go to Quinn. For fuck sake. I am done Mercedes, because if I stay any longer I would say something I regret." With that he walks out of the room. He grabs his coat and walks outside.
Mercedes stands there, looking at the closed front door.
*One hour later*
Mercedes is sitting on the couch and is still sobbing. She hears a door open and close. She looks up and he holds out his arms for her. She jumps up and wraps herself in his embrace.
"I am sorry Sam. I just don't know what to do with these feelings. It's scary. What if I can't satisfy you or you don't like the way I look? Is shouldn't have gone to Quinn, it was stupid please forgive me?" He lifts her face with both his hands and looks at her. He moves in closer and her breath hitches when she feels him against her body, hard and ready for her.
"Trust me, you are everything I want. There is no one else that turns me on like you do. I am almost bursting out of my jeans because of you. And I forgive you, please let's not talk about Quinn okay?" She blushes at his words and ducks her face. She nods at him not wanting to talk about Quinn.
"I want to learn." She whispers against his chest while she buries her face into him deeper. He chuckles at her and she looks up. "Babe, you don't have to do that. I will wait until you're ready." She pulls away again and looks at him.
Her eyes darken as she looks at the bulge in his jeans. Biting her lower lip she goes in with a bold move and cups his junk. He groans at the contact and holds her wrist. She lets go. "Sorry, did I hurt you?" She wants to kick herself for being so inexperienced.
He smiles at her and brings her hand back to his crotch. She looks at him and he squeezes her wrist in assurance. She squeezes him lightly through his trousers and his shaft twitches at her touch. He guides her hand over his jeans and belt. He swallows while her hand disappears into his jeans. He throws his head back when her hand wraps around his length making him moan and bucking his hips.
"Do you like that?" She asks uncertain. He opens his belt and lowers his jeans while looking at her. He pulls down his boxers and frees his throbbing member. He guides her hand up and down his length and watches her intently. She feels him twitching under her touch and she decides to speed it up making him moan again.
She gets the hang of it and without thinking she brushes her thumb over his head and he closes his eyes and hisses. Thinking she did something wrong she pulls away again and his eyes open. He sits down on the couch and gestures for her to sit next to him.
She sits next to him and he guides her hand back to him. "You're doing great babe." His voice full of want and desire. She squeezes her thighs together when she hears his voice and her hands slides faster up and down. "Use your thumb." He breathes and she brushes her thumb over his head again, making him moan in ecstasy.
She knows that she can also use her mouth but she doesn't know how. Taking a leap of faith she looks at Sam and sees his eyes are closed. She moves in closer and puts his head into her mouth.
"Fuck, Mercy." He cries out when he feels her plump lips covering him and his hand goes to her hair. He drowns in the feeling of being in her mouth and she swirls her tongue over his head.
"Baby, please I am not going to last…" he breathes heavily. She bops her head more and he knows he is getting close. "I'm coming, Mercy." He pulls lightly at her hair for her to pull him out of her mouth but she keeps going.
He squirts his seed into her mouth and she closes her eyes. She swallows it and lets go of him with a loud pop. Totally satisfied with the job she had done. She looks up at him and only sees love in his eyes. He pulls her into his lap and she straddles him.
Their foreheads connect and she exhales slowly. "Marry me?"
So was this enough suffering for Sam? I just want them to be happy okay? This story is almost coming to an end.
Thank you so much for reading. Stay safe and have a great Christmas.